Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 17

Time seemed to stop flowing for a while, and there was an inexplicable atmosphere in the air, a little tight, a little...dangerous...

The speed of returning to God was not very fast, but it was not very short. It took a lot of strength to pull the corners of the lips...

The pale lip line outlines the expression that has already penetrated into the bone marrow. It is pulled up at an angle that cannot be considered deep but is already very obvious. The corners of the eyes are slightly pulled down, and the shoulders... droop...

While turning his body, he opened and closed his lips showing a strong sense of morbidity, and his voice drifted out.

"Mr. Cao, the manager of the store where I used to work, he is a very good person."

It's not particularly pleasant to hear, but it has a soft feeling that is different from ordinary people. It seems to lower the solemn air hanging in the air for a moment...

Without getting up, he was still moving the iron tableware quickly in his hand, and said in a slightly vague voice while devouring the pink and tender white object.

"Then come in."

Is it an invitation?

Do you agree?

Thinking this way, he moved away a little bit the body that was blocking the door from fully opening. The incomparably tall man required a certain height to see Mr. Cao Mo's face. He hesitated, but finally made it under the impetus of time. There is a choice, an inevitable choice...

Looking around, he drew all the sights or people into his eyes, and then turned the direction of his head, matching his body which is not very short but not tall either, refreshingly, with a slightly playful look voice inquiry.

"Are these shallow water families?"

Slightly dazed, there was a sudden pause, clumsily trying to demonstrate this seemingly unusual reaction, but... saw...

The lips with a healthy color squirmed, and when he was about to utter a question, his mouth was blocked by the instantly magnified delicate face. He was surprised for a moment, and then made a reflexive defensive action according to instinct.

Raised hands, stepping backwards, one step forward, one step backward, straddling, the bones are slightly bent along the round joints.

The green pupils are still squinted, probably because the too thin eyelids can't cover the too thick cold air, the effect of trying to reduce a certain momentum seems not so obvious.

The iron fork glowing silver was half bitten between the lips. When it opened and closed, it peeped into the teeth that were too white. It still had a slightly upward sound, and still carried a sunshine-like taste, but...

cold……

"It seems that the people in the place where the young lady used to work are not simple people~" Saying this, the empty hand has reached into the not-so-deep pocket at some point, and paused as if something was brewing , The originally naturally curved lip line unconsciously outlines a deeper arc.

"Warrior." Stretching out his fingers, the pure white tablecloth covered his entire wrist, moving the distance, wiping off the grease that was inadvertently stained during eating, and then... making a sound.

"Cut." A very small syllable, not very loud but already showing my dissatisfaction, the golden eyes rolled along the slender eye sockets, and continued to care about the strangely shaped food placed in front of me. bother.

Seeing the situation, the tense body relaxed, and after adjusting his gaze, he looked back at the overlapping eyes that clearly showed worry.

"Qian Shui, your family is really excited." Flipping his palms, he wiped off a little sweat with the back of his hands, and said.

Outline the arc, raise the corners of the lips, hide all emotions, you must smile, you must not think, you must not think... otherwise...

"Mr. Cao Mo, what do you want me to do?" Pulling out the empty chair that had been left behind, he fixed it on a few seats behind the chair, lightly brushing a little hair blown out of his ears, and conveyed his question in a soft voice .

"Propose again." Smiling, with light dimples on her bright face, she expressed the information she wanted to get with a cute and handsome expression in the eyes of outsiders, straightforward and without any hesitation.

The not-so-big eye sockets widened slightly, and the strange eyes showed an expression of disbelief. The single, overlapping, and ominous black eyes contracted like curses, revealing uncertain emotions.

Doubt?

Still feel incredible?

And... just think it's so ridiculous?

It's ok, some time will tell, so... no rush...

The silently outstretched hands were tragically white, slender, as if they were transparent, and the blue-purple blood pulse could be clearly peeked out, as if... morbid, bent in the direction, and pressed close to the narrow and thin shoulders.

"I'm really sorry." The voice sounded like intoxicating wine, with a hint of fragrance.

Turning up the line of sight, the eyes are completely black, pitch black, black without a trace of variegation...

The deep eyes are half-closed, deep, as if you have seen... stagnant water, the same raised corners of the lips, but showing a unique gentleman style, some too long bangs swaying faintly, and then saw the cross... ...isometric...black...

"Qian Shui is my fiancée, Mr. Cao Mo, is this a person's love?" Turning around, changing to a one-handed environmental protection posture, the empty palm draws elegant lines in the empty air, and finally arrives at the place It was the same tragic white lips, which seemed to be caressing, whispering, as if thinking, but also as if thinking.

"But you're not married, right?" The answer after a pause for a few seconds may be considered abbreviated, it may be called a rhetorical question, but it contains another layer of meaning, explicit, and has the same demeanor as the previous straightforward.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, opened her half-closed eyes, and her gaze...like a knife.

Shrugging his shoulders, his handsome face showed an expression of 'that's it', like provocation, but it was more blatant than provocation.

Perhaps this is also a bold act. A person who clearly knows that he is inferior to others makes similar provocative actions to someone who is not much taller than himself, or to put it another way, an ordinary person without much strength acts against a spider head Making a provocative move, which is nothing more than a self-defeating move, can be regarded as bold.

"Not getting married means I still have a chance. I like Qianshui and want to live with her. I don't want to make such a simple thing too complicated. Besides, Qianshui didn't give me a clear answer, did she?" Using the toes as a fulcrum, he searched for a route, then stopped between the two vacant seats, frowned slightly, and walked straight towards the two figures standing side by side.

When he was about to arrive, he changed his direction. The front line was the seat where the person with the pitch-black color was seated before.

"Kurolo, the little lady is going to be snatched away by someone else~" He used his elbows to support the table, lowered the seat of his head, and moved it to the overlapping palms. It's like trying to push something.

The beautiful eyebrows frowned, but soon loosened, and the dark eyes followed the direction of the voice.

"Ala, ala~ It's useless to stare at me~" Spreading his hands, showing an innocent expression, he pleaded for grievances.

"Mr...Sir..." Biting his lower lip and opening his mouth, Rou Rou said in a soft voice, "Mr. Cao Mo didn't do it on purpose..."

"Mr. Cao Mo is very nice, please don't mind, he's just joking." He didn't dare to raise his head, and his gaze began to lower, staring at the patent leather round-toed shoes showing a little bit of dilapidation, explaining softly.

"..." In silence, the squinted eyes closed for a few seconds, and then opened, the tense atmosphere eased for a while, and the lips that were too tragically white and also showing a sense of morbidity opened and closed, "... …I know……"

"But I'm not joking, or...Shoshui...do you really like this gentleman next to you?" The corners of the raised lips were slowly evened out, and the expression on the handsome face changed the atmosphere, stern, like It's... questioning.

The loosened jaw tightened again because of the sudden topic, biting the lower lip habitually, the white teeth carved its own unique imprint on the soft lower lip, deepening and increasing...

"This habit is not good." Saying so, then stretched out one hand, lightly clenched the teeth, and let them loosen instinctively. Only then was he satisfied.

Looking away, a little strand of hair was scattered due to the slight shaking of the head, covering part of the face, the delicate...face...

Like enduring something... like suppressing something... like... longing for... something...

"...I like Mr.... I like Mr. very much from the beginning..." Not for a long time, but it feels so long, not for a long time, but it feels like a long, long, long time...

Talking like this, whispering like this, talking like this, talking like this...

'This habit is not good. '

'...I like sir...from the beginning I like sir...'

The author has something to say:

Always feel like I'm writing about something that doesn't matter...

I always feel that this article is getting longer and longer...

I don’t want it……………………………………

TAT

I want to finish...

I want to finish...

There are still... four chapters... I will try to finish it...

Look at it together...otherwise you won't understand...

The road of my girl and regiment... is still long...